#shenzuns

[feietouhuo]

pspspspsps

you can’t pspspspsps a meow meow when you’re a meow meow yourself okay. meow qing simply does not want to befriend other meow meows ..... esp when they’re named shen nyuan smh  

[numinousdread-a]

Send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive.

@shenzuns​ said:  ʘ‿ʘ hey...... when is chang geng gonna start the babygirlification huh

       𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐆’𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐏 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 scratchy, and his collar feels far too hot when he notices Shen Qingqiu’s wandering gaze upon him after he sets down the tea and noodles for him in lieu of someone else’s absence. This was his way of not getting in trouble for sneaking up to the scholar’s peak again, thinking he wouldn’t get caught even after all these years. But ... old habits die hard. And there’s such lovely bamboo forests here. Still, such distractions are impossible with the other’s burning gaze felt upon him. He flushes and glances carefully over to the other, feeling a strange beast within his stomach rear its head as he tries to stay calm,  ❝     Shen-shishu ... why are you staring so suddenly for ?   ❞

[priestlies]

feet   are   kicked   up   on   table ,   back   relaxes   against   the   chair   as   he   stretches   his   arms   above   his   head .      ❛          nice   place .       ❜     shi   wuduan   grins ,   showing   his   teeth .

»  @shenzuns​

[feietouhuo]

@shenzuns asked: shen yuan ! (for calligraphy)

a nice plaque for shen yuan to take with him on his journeys <3

[feietouhuo]

❝  let me take a look…  ❞ / h.. hey.... shixiong au 👁👄👁

soft caring meme

there were only two places where mu qing paid no mind to his demeanor: his bedchambers & the bamboo forest on qing jing peak. he’d rather have wooden boards & bamboo stalks as company than let his weaker moments be captured into other disciples’ memories.

he leaned against a towering bamboo & reached inside his sleeve. from it, he pulled out a roll of bandages & ointment. in the forest, he didn’t have to scan his surroundings. though pretty, the bamboos were uninviting & barely parted for cultivators. 

he’d know when someone drew near if he listened.

mu qing pulled up his sleeve up to his shoulder, revealing a trail of bruises. most were minor, but one was starting to turn blue already.

bullied by his fellow disciples — both from generations above & below him — mu qing dealt with it often. nothing but hindrances, everything. what was it he spent more time on, really? bandaging himself up, playing the passive act, or his cultivation? 

the answer was: who cared! mu qing’s philosophy was to do all three & do it well. trying to eliminate the trouble wasn’t worth it.

he slid down against the bamboo until he was sitting on the ground. ointment first, then bandages. he grabbed the ointment bottle & popped off the cork with a single hand. when tipped over his bruise, a droplet comes out. mu qing can’t waste anymore, so he stopped. 

it was potent enough to numb it. he had to settle for this amount.

the forest creaked, like wood leaning forward & unfurling themselves before crashing down. 

an intruder. his shixiong, shen yuan.

one of the two people closest to him & yet —

mu qing removed his fingers from his arm, dropped his sleeve, & stood straight. he bowed as he’d greet any of his shijie or shixiong. 

he couldn’t treat him as anything other than his distant shixiong. not in crowds & not alone. while mu qing didn’t doubt his ability to put on an act, slipping up would cost them both dearly. day-in, day-out, together, & alone, he would never falter. for mu qing to pay shen yuan’s friendly attitude in more trouble ... there’d be no greater tether on his heart for the rest of his lifetime.

fooled himself into the role & spun it into his reality. mu qing preferred to play it safe. there would be no slip ups. their distant relationship was the cold truth.

❝ shixiong, this disciple takes care of himself well. they’re minor injuries with no need for closer inspection. i’ll ... thank you for your kindness, but don’t inconvenience yourself. ❞ mu qing didn’t say anything more on the topic, his voice clearly putting an end to it. 

❝ what are you doing here, though? surely not to just look for me? ❞

[feietouhuo]

❝   malorn qing ... what kind of taxi service do you call this, ah ? i suppose this one will have to do everything himself. :/  ❞

malorn qing hasn't hated anything more than the pitch of sean qingqiu's voice during a string of his complaints in a long while. wizard city is a hub for schools of magic and malorn qing is lucky enough to be born with a talent for harnessing the elements. cleaning his house, fighting monsters, and helping the ordinary people is all done with a wave of his wand. balancing around his tasks with his still-limited mana isn't a problem. 

having sean qingqiu as a partner in his travels through the spiral is. he's malorn qing's main & only problem. before he met him, he thought this type of nuisance was a myth. how is it possible for someone to annoy him this much with only the simple act of teleporting? it shouldn't be.

in other words, there should be no way for him to get any worse.

but he does, to malorn qing's disbelief. 

"taxi service?" his eyebrow twitches. "i didn't advertise myself to you as anything, why should i have to live up to any standard made up entirely by you?"

malorn qing silently seethes. maybe he should walk away from their destination. make sean qingqiu really see what fate awaits people who cling onto the hard work of others & have the nerve to reap the benefits. he'll show him. 

but then another idea pops up. malorn qing narrows his eyes at his unfortunate luggage & hovers his finger over the unfriend option. when he presses it, sean qingqiu can't teleport to him anymore. 

"have to do everything yourself? you're finally seeking out your independence & no longer remaining happy as a flightless bird in a nest. one day, soon, you could fly with the flock in winter. i'd be glad to support you at this moment. go on & do it yourself then if you're so unsatisfied."

he taps the unfriend button. good riddance.

[halfdivinity]

        black water has always been known to be low key and trying to draw not much attention to himself. even in heavens, most officials didn’t mind him simply because he never gave them a headache unlike crimson rain sought flower who battled them heads on. however, it didn’t mean that he xuan was any less cruel than the ghost city king. just not as bothered, he could say. 

        regardless, he feels a presence at an inn that previously only him was staying at. it’s quite annoying given that he had warned the owners not to let anyone in. while he wasn’t rich by any means, he had enough power to scare them and make them shut up immediately. now he has to deal with shit himself. 

             “   who let you in ?   ”  he asks in a voice that’d sound quite normal to the untrained ears. but there was a growl hidden behind, still preferring to stay in the shadows instead of showing himself that quick.    //   @shenzuns​

[feietouhuo]

if the wizard101 au with me & @shenzuns​ isn’t going to be made real by anyone else, i will make it real. them & their ugly outfits, i am manifesting.